Carry On My Wayward Self

I always manage to blog at a turning point in my existence, it just happens. Sorrynotsorry. I am lucky enough to have friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases, BUT I am also lucky enough to have friends in some pretty fabulous places. That being said, here comes today's lesson from the learning:

When life fucks you over, fight back, find your friends, and fly.

If you don't like your current existence, change it.
There is no use being stagnant and going broke by staying somewhere that doesn't make you happy. You have to put your time in anywhere to get established, that's obvious, but there's no use in trying to fit in a place that requires you to shave so much of yourself away. That's a puzzle that you don't want to be a part of. Fix it.

Fight Back
Get proactive. No good comes out of wallowing in your loathing. No to mention, mild depression is a sneaky and crafty villain that will waste no time creeping up you to engulf your life.  Make a plan, do whatever you have to furnish your next step. And then take it.

Find Your Friends
If you're too proud to ask, like I am... Swallow it. Ask. Remember all of the people that said, "If you need anything, just ask?" find these people, and START. ASKING. Most people will do what they can to help, it may not be the fix-all answer you were searching for but take what you can get while it's available. Rome wasn't built in a day; so why would you expect your life to be?

Fly
This is it. Take a breath. Look around. Jump.  Yes, it will be scary. Yes, you will feel like you have no idea what you have just done, but you will have made a change. That's what matters.  Proactivity is always a plus. Norman Vincent Peale said "Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that."
It doesn't take a full pocket to have a full heart or a full mind, it only takes a full commitment to YOU.

YOU decide what you love, YOU decide what makes you happy, and YOU give you worth.


                          Do what you love.  Love who you love.  Be who you are.


Everything will work out in the end. If it's not worked out, it's not the end.

                                           Fly far, and fly free my cherubs. 
                                                 Love and life to you all.

Quips, Quails, and Quizzical Insight...

Here's the thing.  I think it's fair to say that I have ridiculously neglected this Blog.  Such is the price to pay for being sassy, and long-winded but a hater of writing.  I've decided to take this time to look at a few things in my 20/20 hindsight.

1.) I'm a trend whore.
I set up this blog as part of an argument to  not get a Twitter account. WELL, after year and a half, almost 1,000 tweets and nearly 200 followers we can see how that turned out.


2.) My iPhone is an enabler.
I've realized that being able to have an outlet at my fingertips is most defs what keeps me from sassing anything over 40 characters, because any more than that is ridiculous for your thumbs and terrible for your eyes on that tiny screen.

3.) Being Sassy Saves Lives.
Through this portal I have been able to spread awareness in a faster amount of time, and there is a LOT of awesome potential there, especially since I have started my career as an independent professional artist.  A Blog is much too long form to whore yourself out to the masses.

4.) Twitter Does Not Mean You Can Be A Twit.
The downside to this new social media is the fact that certain people think they can reinvent themselves and are exempt from any ramifications that come from their remarks.  Listen kids, don't tweet anything you wouldn't want your Auntie to read. Even if she is the cool open minded one who lives on the coast. I am all for free expression but we cannot go all anarchist with our quippy and cutting opinions.  That face in the picture is still yours, the name on your profile is still how people will refer to you, and if you can't be 100% proud of 100% of the content. Fix it.

5.) This Post Needs Ritalin. I Know.
I apologize for the ramshackle thought process that went into this post and I am fully aware that it is not really long enough to be Blog worthy, but it's too long for Twitter SO... DEAL.

All this being said I am trying to get back in the swing of using this blog.  If you can't fully conceive and articulate your thoughts, shut up until you can. Never say anything that you cannot defend. This is a good practice space for me to do just that.

This is a new day of personal artistry.  Treat it as such. Go out and Live.

In the words of Auntie Mame "Life's a banquet, and most poor sonsofbitches are starving to death."

Sometimes the Golden Rule turns to Iron Pyrite

Hello World!

It's been a while, a loooooong while, so yeah... Sorry for that. But I figured why not come back strong with a rant? SO HERE IT GOES.

Ok so one thing that I learned at a very young age was the Golden Rule, and for those of you who were not brought up with a "Good Christian Education" [cough] that Golden Rule states:

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"

Which has been, pretty much, how I have tried to structure my life.  And for the most part, it has worked out incredibly well for all involved.

But then comes those choice few folks who translate your kindness in a horrendously skewed way and begin to feel entitled to certain parts of your affection that you had absolutely no intention of letting them have.

It's like, all of a sudden, you become a teddy bear that they can just lather with hugs and kisses at their leisure, and you are just supposed to sit up straight with your little button nose and take it.

Listen folks.  I am not the Tangerine Bear. I did not accidentally go through the "BearSmile" machine upside down resulting in a frown being stitched on my face so I then become starved for all types of human affection because the little girls and boys that come through the used toy store do not want me.

Don't look at me like that, it's a pinnacle Christmas movie from my Childhood. Netflix it.

Anyway.

It's not that I don't love people, and I do want people to feel that I am approachable, HOWEVER, that does not mean that you can lithe up to me like a snake and cop a feel, or take a hug that wasn't offered, OR GIVE ME A KISS THAT I DID NOT ASK FOR.  Kisses are special. They are not to be passed about like valentines in a kindergarten classroom.

So do us a favor, oh misinterpretive ones. Make sure that you have set the grounds, MUTUAL GROUNDS, for physical human contact before you go and take it.  Because some of us, as loving as we are, save certain things for certain people and if you are not one of those people, it says nothing about you... It's just... Some of us just have a select few that we share friendly pecks or nuzzles with, others we keep at arms length, a loving length mind you, for our own well being.  Some of us only have a limited supply of unadulterated affection, so we have to ration it.

That being said, share love, love all, give love. Just watch out much you consume, it can be stifling.

Keep that in mind all of you lithe-y takers out there.

Bella Vita